C25 (2/2)
Li Zhixiang was a cautious man. He looked at the assassins from the Black Cloaked Sect on the ground and asked, ”Who are these people?”
”Black Cloth Sect, the people of Mount Hua were also killed by them.” Liao Rao said.
”Who are you?” Zhang Qingwu said coldly as he stared at Liang Yifeng. What qualifications do you have to speak here? ”
”As good as the wind.”
Of course, everyone present had heard of Liang Rufeng's name before. He was an outstanding talent in sword arts, and also the nephew of Liang AoTian. He would definitely not lie in front of everyone. So when he said that the people of Hua Mountain were killed by the Wu Yi Sect, then it must have been the Wu Yi Sect. Chu Li and Li Zhixiang naturally believed him. Some people were able to convince others with just their own names, while others tried everything they could to gain trust in others. However, things went against their wishes.
”Young Master Liang, your uncle and I had some connections back in the old days. Ye Mo Han is a great enemy to my sect, and is also the person who killed my father. May I ask Young Master Liang if I can avenge my father's death? ” Zhang Qingwu said bitterly.
”Naturally.” Liang Rufeng changed the topic and continued, ”But not now.”
Zhang Qingwu let out a cold laugh. When she saw Ye Mo Han and An Ran standing side by side, she knew that the two of them were definitely in the same group. She sarcastically said, ”It's said that Uncle Liang is also Ye Mo Han's enemy, but today, the two of them seem to be good friends.”
Ye Mo Han shook his head and sighed, as if he had finally made up his mind. He said, ”Sect Leader Zhang, I didn't kill your father.”
Li Zhixiang was slightly surprised by Zhang Yiming's words. He thought about it carefully, Zhang Yiming's death was indeed suspicious. The sword strike that had stabbed Zhang Yiming came from his back and pierced through his chest. That strike was accurate, and the distance between the attack and Zhang Yiming was very close. It could be inferred that Zhang Yiming knew that there was someone behind him. But with Zhang Yiming's personality, he definitely wouldn't let Ye Mo Han, the son of an old friend, stand behind him. Even if Ye Mo Han stood behind him, he still wouldn't let his guard down. Although Li Zhixiang had raised these doubts, Ye Mo Han was the only one who had entered the meeting hall that day. Not long after that, Ye Mo Han had admitted to killing Zhang Yiming himself in many places. Now that Ye Jianhan had denied it, Li Zhixiang had once again recalled those suspicious points.
Zhang Qingwu naturally did not believe Ye Mo Han's words, ”It's too late to deny it now. Ye Mo Han, are you going to Mount Hua with us to receive punishment, or are you going to be punished here by our Hua Shan Sect?”
Ye Wen Han was also a bit angry. He didn't like women like Zhang Qingwu speaking to him in a disdainful and disdainful manner. Thus, he smiled and said: ”I will go to Mount Hua sooner or later, but now, I will definitely not follow you.”
”Assemble the formation.” Following Zhang Qingwu's order, sixteen people leapt out from behind her. Each group of eight stood in eight different directions, encircling Ye Mo Han and Liang Rufeng in the center.
Ye Wen said with a cold smile, ”Have you ever seen the Mountain Sword Formation? This is the first time I've been enlightened. ”
”I was just curious to see it, but now I have to experience it.” A bitter smile appeared on Liang Rufeng's face.
After Liang Rufeng finished speaking, Ye Mo Han suddenly moved like a ghost through the eight people, and in that instant, he returned to his original position. When he looked again, he saw that there were already eight swords in his hands. Ye Wen Han's body slightly moved, and he struck out with his sword like a gentle breeze. The cold Qi instantly pressed down on Ye Mo Han's body, and before he could return to his original position, he stabbed out with his sword eight times. The eight swords stabbed into the seven inches of the surrounding enemy's sword. Ye Chanhan returned to his original position and attacked the man like the wind. He wanted to draw his sword and charge forward, but as soon as his sword was drawn, it broke. In fact, in terms of a true battle, when the Mountain Flower Sword Formation was used, even if he might not be able to defeat the two of them, he would still be able to fight them for at least an hour or so. It was just that Ye Mo Han's sword snatch and the broken sword that was as good as the wind had been completed in one go. He had spoken first and snatched the person away, giving the Hua Shan Sword Formation no chance to display its might.
Zhang Qingwu was so shocked that he became furious. He waved his hand and twenty-four disciples leapt out from behind him, forming three small sword formations. Having learned their lesson, the twenty-four of them immediately drew out their swords and pointed them at Ye Wen's bed.